Shouta the Forsaken
Day of Descent:3rd of Spring, 462. Shouta has been on Mizahar for fifty years.
True Race: Ethaefal, Son of Leth.
Earthbound Race: Vantha.
Height: Vantha 5'9 / Ethaefal 6'3"
Weight: Vantha 180 / Ethaefal 185
Religion: Uphis of the Sharp Blade
True Race: Ethaefal, Son of Leth.
Earthbound Race: Vantha.
Height: Vantha 5'9 / Ethaefal 6'3"
Weight: Vantha 180 / Ethaefal 185
Religion: Uphis of the Sharp Blade
The Gift of the Vantha
- Grief
Sorrow
Excitement
Joy
Anger
Intrigued
Satisfaction
Sunlight Shines Upon...
Ashes and the moon, Shouta always thought of Ashes when reflecting on his own mortal visage. Hair like ash, skin as pale as the moon. Though such vanity and arrogance as to compare himself to the moon were beneath him. His eyes shimmered and changed with his emotions, much to his dismay. Why display such things openly. All other races were blessed with subtlety when it came to inner turmoil, but the Vantha were cursed with a public display of their conflicts. Or at least that was how Shouta viewed it. But that was beside the point. Well muscled and fit, Shouta bears the stance of a man dedicated to perfecting his physical and mental balance. Not stocky or lean, but in between, Shouta's build is much like that of any monk in Nyka. His face bears the youthful visage of a man in his early twenties, but his eyes bear the weight of past sorrows, though if asked he could not give voice to them. But such is the curse of all Ethaefel.
Moonlight Shines Upon...
Similar to his sunlit form, though very different from his daytime image as well Shouta is tall, lean, and eerily handsome, Shouta strikes a moving image. A thin, smooth face sports those subtle ruby red eyes that represent a feeling of sorrow in his Vantha form. On top of a gentle main of hair sits two curled horns. His pointed chin and shallow cheeks frame a mouth that has seen few smiles.
The Forsaken are denied the changing of their Ethaefal traits whence renouncing their patron. As such, Shouta's horns are forever pearly white, and his Ethaefal mane a slightly darker shade of ashy black.
Persona
Who would not be upset with such a cataclysmic slight? He had been abandoned! He knew he was one of the chosen, but he had been abandoned here on Mizahar. Was he expected to stay loyal, to keep his faith through such an ordeal? Well he didn't. Leth was no more than a betrayed trust now. He would bear the title, and what of it? Forsaken! He had been forsaken, by the one he revered. And it had taken him nearly fifty years to find another worthy of his faith.
Uphis of the Sharp Blade was angry, bold, and honorable. But perhaps the most important facet for Shouta was that he was there. Right there in Nyka, willing to guide his people and keep them close. And thus Shouta rededicated himself to Uphis and the martial arts. If he was once one of Leth's chosen, he could become one of Uphis'.
After donning the robes of the Sharp Blade, Shouta has set himself to perfecting his style of combat, and prove to all that Leth's abandonment did not cripple him. He counters his fears with determination, his doubt with stubborn faith, and his weakness with tenacity.
Subtleties of Combat.
History with the Kusarigama:
Shouta wandered for many years before finally finding the Celestial Seat. The last place he went before Nyka was a farm just outside of Nyka, a place where lived a retired monk of Uphis. Shouta was intrigued by the man as he watched him slice his wheat with ease, using a complicated looking dance with two kama. When the old man noticed him he stopped and the two found themselves staring.
"Forgive my boldness, sir. I was enchanted by the dance you do." Shouta said to break the uneasy silence.
"I spent many years perfecting it." The man said, his face shifting into a well worn smile. "But now I farm wheat." He stepped over his crop to stand next to Shouta on the road. He wore simple woolen robes, soon Shouta would know enough to recognise him as a retired monk, but not yet.
Shouta was invited inside the man's home for the night and spent the time it took the moon to climb in the sky talking to the old man about his form. He called it the School of the Crane. Then he showed Shouta something he could tell was very dear to the old man. A Kusarigama. The weapon seemed to hold such deadly potential in the old man's worn, leathery hands.
Shouta left the farm only hesitantly, and after a day spent in the city, returned. He had known upon seeing the Celestial Seat from after that it was his place. It had stirred the calm lake of his heart into ripples. But he had thought of the old man and his Kusarigama all day. He offered to help the old man on his farm if he would teach him. And thus his lessons began.
The crane, the old man explained, was the kama blade. And it had a montage of different techniques and uses that would need years to master. The fox, on the other hand, was the weighted ball end, and was almost as hard to use. But with training both could be achieved. Together, the old monk had said, they were the Crane and Fox. And they were a very formidable fighting style. Shouta became obsessed.
Languages:
Common - Good
Vantha - Poor
Konti - Basic